Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 15:11:54 -0800 (PST)
From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas thirteen

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" thirteen
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%


"Hmm, from what you're telling me, Patrick, I believe
that this could have a devastating effect on Dean."

"Um devastating?" Patrick asks Gary.

Zach adds, "You mean like suicide?"

"Fuck no!" Patrick cries out.

Running his hand on Patrick's back, up and down,
trying to soothe him, Zach tries to promote calm.

"Hold on a minute."

Gary gets on the phone, dialing seven digits.

"Hello? Dr. Gary Roberts here. I need to speak with
Dr. Arrow... yes, it's of dire emergency."

Patrick, as well as Zach, stare at Gary. His words
have just projected their fears into the panic
category.

"Yeah Ren, thanks for taking my call... Um, I know this
sounds highly unusual, but I need to meet with
you...no, this Tuesday isn't good... We need to talk
now... like right now, like this minute, here in my
office at home."

"Man does this sound serious. Oh man did I fuck up!"

"No, you can't blame yourself Patrick."

"But Dean's going to kill himself and it's all my
fault!"

"It's not your fault Patrick. Don't do this to
yourself."

"Oh shit," Patrick falls back down into the depressive
mood again.

"Okay, this is what I need you boys to do," Gary
spells out, after cutting off the line.

"Anything Gary,"  Patrick replies.

"I need for you both to go the Arrow residence. Find
Dean. Keep him company."

"What do we tell him?"

"Anything but the subject of you two being madly in
love. Talk about hiking, or ask him what he's getting
for Christmas. Anything, but you know."

"I think we can handle that. Come on, Patrick."

"But, Zach."

"We'll talk about it in the car. Let's go."

Just then the phone rings.

"Oh Mike. Good to hear from you. Listen, we've got an
emergency here right now... No, nothing's happened to
Zach or Patrick. Listen, I can't talk right now. Can
you do me a favor?"

Gary explained a little of Patrick's loverboy woes,
then of Zach getting his ass claimed by Patrick and
finally the `Dean saga'.

"Yeah, so if you can stop over to the Arrow residence.
Wait outside until Dr. Arrow and I arrive. Yeah,
that's the plan. Thanks babe. I love you too."

%

"Well, well, guess who that was on the phone?"

"Um, the Acme `Shaft-Milker' company, trying to get
their last holiday sales promotion dibs in?"

"One track mind, Steve. Although, I could always take
back the snake bite kit."

"You for real, Beary? For my nips?"

"Nah. Steve, I like your nips the way they are. Don't
you?"

"Yeah. Just kidding."

Although, Barry was only `half-kidding'!

"So, who was on the phone?"

"Alonzo. He asked if us adults could come over on an
exchange program."

"Exchange program?"

"Yeah. `us' for `Diego'."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but there's a catch."

"Figures. We have to bring the dessert, Beary?"

"No. A babysitter. Do me a favor and find Matty and
Chad's number?"

%

"I come see Juan."

Matty and Chad, almost ready to depart for the
Clark-Barr residence, requested for house sitting
duty, turned with Miguel, to look at the fellow they
had never seen before.

"Who are you amigo?" Miguel inquires.

Juan goes to sit up, at the shock of seeing the guy,
but a half inch off the mattress and he's flat on his
back once more.

"Rodrigo!"

"I come quick as I hear."

"Guys, this is my cousin Rodrigo."

Matty and Chad didn't want to leave at just this
moment, eyeing up the tall, deep toned,
drop-dead-gorgeous Latino.

"Cousin? I didn't know you had a cousin, Juan," Miguel
questioned.

"Si. Rogrigo is from New Mexico."

"But I live in Mexico first."

"Say, we've gotta get a move on it. Nice to meet you
Rodrigo," Chad offered, as well as his handshake.

Leaving the room, the two talked about their new
friend.

"What a hottie, huh Matty?"

"I'll say! It would be a crying shame if he's not
gay!"

The two laughed. As they exited WRMH, a familiar face
entered.

"Hey, jocks."

"Hey, Riley. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just came to see how Juan is making
out."

"That's where we're coming from. He's awake."

"Good news."

"Yeah, but as far as moving around, forget it."

"One day at a time," Riley told them.

"That's right," Matty replied. "Look, we're on our way
over to Chad's dad's house."

"Yeah," Chad added, "we're kind of in a hurry. Talk to
you soon, Riley."

On their way to Matty's SUV, they talked about the
second hottie they've met up with today.

Waiting for the elevator, Riley has one hand curved,
as if holding a cock barrel in his hand, slapping the
hollow tube with the palm of his other hand. It makes
a popping sound. At the same time, his eyes are
wandering around, eager to pick up on any hot male
flesh. As he spots an orderly that he hasn't seen
before, the elevator door opens.

"Rats!" He says to himself, entering.

At the third floor, the doors open. He makes his exit,
to the left. Four doors past the elevator, right side,
he makes his entrance.

"Oh my! What have we got here?"

To Miguel, it seems, from Riley's point of view that
he and Juan are invisible.

"Oh, Riley, this is Juan's cousin, Rodrigo Delgado."

"Riley Sanchez," he walks over to the side of the bed,
shaking the eighteen year old Mexican's hand.

"Don't I get a wakeup kiss?" Juan jokes.

Riley pushes his lips up to the plastic that surrounds
Juan's head and gives him a kiss. At least a plastic
kiss is better than none!

"By the way, Riley."

"Let me guess, Juan. You're bored stiff and want to
get outta here for Christmas?"

"Si, but also I was going to say to you that Rodrigo
is single, gay and looking," Juan informs the thirty
year old cop.

"Nice bit of information to know," Riley replies,
looking at the blushing cousin.

"Tell me, Miguel, have you decided on what you're
going to do about where you're going to stay?"

"Why, you taking back your offer to let us shack up at
your casa?"

"Nope. Offer still stands and where are you staying,
Rodrigo?"

Rodrigo's no dumb bunny. Also, his gaydar had pulsed
far ahead of Riley's when he entered the room. Already
his cock was twitching in his pants, wanting to divide
and conquer.

"Su casa, no?"

Riley's sex pistol was on alert, as he tried to figure
out a catchy reply.

"Mi casa, si! Um, you know Miguel, you and Juan
probably haven't had much time together. Seeing that
my shift has ended, maybe I should show Rodrigo
around. Help him get settled. Where's your luggage
Rodrigo?"

"Aqui."

Riley looked around. There wasn't any baggage hanging
around the room. The chair was bare, except for an old
National Geographic magazine.

"Rodrigo is wearing his luggage, " Juan explained.

"You mean, all that you have is what you're wearing?"

"Si."

"You should've packed something. At least a
toothbrush," Riley suggested.

>From his pocket, that's what Rodrigo produces.

"Oh, okay. At least we know you have clean teeth."

Something that Riley began connecting to a later
activity.

"So, I guess you heard the news and wanted to leave so
fast, that you didn't have time to pack, huh?"

Rodrigo looked at Juan. There was something that the
two kept from not only Riley, but also Miguel.

"Okay. What's up, Juan?"

"Promise you're not going to do anything, Riley?"

Seeing the police officer's outfit adorning Riley's
six foot-one inch frame, had put a scare into Rodrigo.
In Spanish, he begged Juan not to say anything,
holding tightly to his arm.

"Let me guess. You're in the country illegally?" Riley
stated.

"Don't send me back. Please?"

Riley already had it set in his mind that there wasn't
any way in hell that he'd do such a thing as that.

"When's the last time you ate, Rodrigo?"

The Mexicano began counting on his fingers.

"Never mind. Let's go."

"Gracias," Juan says, directing it to Riley.

"Oh no. Muchas gracias!" the officer smiles, showing
Rodrigo the way out.

%

"I still don't get why you're not being a top with me,
Maury."

"Why? You don't like the way I'm licking your cock,
Jim?"

"Feels awesome. I mean, what guy could ask for more
than to have his cock and balls sucked all at the same
time?"

As the two knelt on the bed, attending to the eighteen
year olds pubes, Jim himself had a nice view of both
of their package, their nice endowments accenting the
rock hard, drooping shafts. He became equally
enthralled when he heard Connor cry out in awesome
ecstasy, when Maury reached over, beginning to fondle
Connor's balls.

"Go for it, Maury."

Smiling, Maury helped Connor onto his side, his tongue
still on Jim's balls, switching to the already wet
cock, as Maury headed for the seventeen year olds
pubic region. Maury's first reaction, what seemed like
days, but amounted to hours ago, of the teens
endowment, stunned him. Like the saying went that in
this day and age, kids are growing up sooner,
achieving `smarts' more rapidly, from the
technological advancements, well Maury believed that
all this had to be connected to the reason behind two
well developed shafts and balls of these two high
school jocks. Thinking back, Maury doesn't remember
having balls as big as those surrounding Connor's big
shaft, as it lay there, separating the two orbs. It
was all Maury could do, to get one orb in his mouth at
a time. But once it was there, it was like tasting the
most delicious candy on earth.

"Having a good time, Maury?" Jim asked.

Connor and Jim looked at each other and grinned. They
both heard the noises Maury was making, as if a
grunting pig. As the thirty-four year old swirled his
tongue around the teen's ball sac, he thought of how
well padded it was. Right away he got the notion that
he wanted to enjoy the benefits of working Connor up
into a sexual frenzy. His taste buds needed that
reward of building this teen up to full orgasm.

"Watch this," Jim whispered to Connor. In a more
forceful, louder vocal rendition of a dominant master,
Jim acts out, "I asked you a question boy!"

Maury almost choked on Connor's ball, wanting to
laugh, but instead decided to `play the game'.

"Um, sorry Master Jim. What was it that you asked?"

Now Jim was into the game as well. He decided to see
how far Maury would go with it.

"I said my boy has to turn over to suck my cock. Rim
his ass!"

"His ass?"

"You `are' familiar with the term, are you not,
slaveboy?"

"Um, yes."

"Yes, what, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then get with it before I take you over my knee!"

He hoped Maury didn't give him a hassle, because Jim
didn't really wish to put Maury over his knee!

Maury watched, as Connor rolled over onto his stomach,
his mouth enveloping Jim's 9c. What seemed repulsive,
Maury never complained about a guy rimming himself,
but it did seem kind of uncouth for himself, a topguy,
to tongue a puckerhole. However, when he gazed at
Connor's teen ass, it seemed like an entirely
different concept. Looking at the pale mounds, the
light wisp of blond hair covering the ass cheeks, an
insatiable desire came over him. He found himself
licking his lips, wanting to get down close to
Connor's ass. The closer Maury got, the more the
teen's ass looked like a beautiful work of art. Only,
Maury didn't want to kneel there and observe. He
wanted to interact. His tongue felt so good, running
over the thin hair covering.

Jim could tell that his lover was benefiting, big
time, from Maury's tongue massage. The qualtity of the
cocksucking diminished immensely. However, to himself,
Jim thought of how erotic it is that Connor is
enjoying his ass tongued. Something that one could not
know the feeling of, if the sex they had only involved
two, instead of three.

%

"Why the last minute invitation, dad?" Chad asked his
father, walking along the back route between homes.

"Of that I'm not sure," Barry replied to his son.

"Still," Steve changed the subject, "it's nice of you
and Matty to housesit with the kids for us."

"Our pleasure. You know dads, this is something that
has become of some importance with us," Chad opens up
on the `children' issue.

"Oh? So, managing the busiest food market in town,
isn't enough to keep you two busy?"

"It's not that, dad. Through observing the squirts and
the my other brothers, have given us thoughts of
having our own boys."

"Something I can caution you on, Chad, is don't be too
hasty to enter adulthood," His father told him.

Steve adds, "I can second that. Get settled. Finish
getting your degree."

The dads had been right on line with things Chad had
already discussed with Matty. However, he let the dads
rattle on, giving their own words of wisdom and taking
it in, like he heard it the first time.

No `hi' or `hello', but the first words to escape
Diego's mouth, as Chad came to meet him are, "I'm
getting a puppy for Christmas, Chad!"

"You mean like a real live dog?"

"Yup."

"See you guys later... Don't get too drunk!" Chad said
to the dads, connecting hands with Diego.

As their voices faded, they could hear Chad asking,
"Have you found a name for him yet?"

"He's sure going to make a great dad, huh Barry?"

"I think so. Matty as well."

Almost to the back door, the lights in the house
seemed to dim.

"Looks like not only the pipes needed to be replaced,
huh Steve?"

"I don't know about that, Barry. I never had a problem
with the electric while living there," Steve told him.

"Merry Christmas!" Steve greeted Callan, as he
answered the back door.

"Blow a fuse?" Barry asks.

Right away, the two knew something was up, when they
noticed Callan was bare-chested.

"Oh great. You guys are here!"

Barry gave Steve a look, as Alonzo confronted them,
bare-chested as well. Oh, but then they did take
notice of the little black bowties around their necks.

Steve tells them, "For some reason I feel a little
`overdressed'."

Alonzo replies to Steve, "Well, if you two will strip
off those shirts, I think we can dig up a couple of
bowties?"

"Oh, like you happen to have two extra handy?" Barry
inquires.

"Just happen to have two black ties available," Callan
plays along.

"We need more dip. Oh hi Steve and Barry!"

More hints of what type of party was going on in the
other room surfaced, as Terence Beethoven held the
empty chips bowl in his hand. He too flaunted his dark
bown pecs and matching stomach, the same black bow
tie.

"Okay, what's happening here guys?" Barry interrogates
Callan and Alonzo.

"Just a friendly holiday get together," Callan
replies.

Alonzo adds, "What will you have to drink?"

Steve got hard in a second, as he watched his lover
strip off his shirt, exposing that bear body.

"Here, allow me," Steve said, putting his glass of
white wine down.

With the black bow tie in hand, he put it around
Barry's waist, then both hands glided up his hairy
stomach and chest, before centering the tie at his
Adam's apple, then drawing the clasp behind his head.

"For a minute there, Steve, I thought you would be
going the other way and fastening it around my dick!"

"Mmmm... Maybe later!" Steve replied.

The two got laughter from both comments.

Suddenly a blast of disco music came from the other
room.

"Oh cool," Terence yelled out, "they got the box
working!"

"Yeah," Callan says, looking at Steve, whom is still
parked behind Barry, "looks like we'll have to have
the wiring replaced in the den."

"Ok, so I owe you for a rewiring job," Steve offers,
reluctantly.

"Need help with anything, Alonzo?"

Steve and Barry watched, as Alonzo was greeted with a
hug around the waist.

"Um, yeah, sure Estefan. You know Steve Clark and
Barry Barr, right?"

"Yeah, sure," Estefan Sanchez replied.

Not being at all shy, he approached Barry, placing his
black hairy chest and stomach right up to Barry's bear
body, hugging him.

"Steve, how do you doing man?"

Steve's smooth bod got a jolt, as Estefan's moist hair
melded. After leaving the room, Steve and Barry got in
some erotic comments.

"Sure could feel his `excitement'," Steve commented,
referring to Estefan's hard shaft pressing into his
own.

"Yeah, well that's what I do to guys, Steve. You
should know that by now?"

Steve wanted to claim that Estefan got rock hard, as a
result of touching his smooth bod, but let his lover
take the benefit of the doubt, claiming that his fat
crotch was a result of his lover's sexual charisma.

"On my!" Steve yelled out, trying to out voice the
music blasting.

He didn't need to enforce his astonishment, as Barry
could see for himself, the grown men, all bare-chested
with the little black bowties, entwined as they played
Twister.

"What'dya say Steve?"

"I said, I hope this isn't the last game!" He shouted.

Barry replied, "Oh, well I hope this isn't the last
game!"

%

"Have enough to eat?" Riley asked.

Riley sat there, across the table, watching Rodrigo
pack away the last tidbit of bread, cleaning out the
bowl of chili.

"This is more than I eat all week, Gracias!"

Lots of stuff ran around in Riley's brain. Being a
cop, it was his duty to uphold the law. However, he
also sensed, as a human being, that some things could
wait until after Christmas. Here it was the day before
Christmas Eve and no way could he picture having
Rodrigo locked up in a jail cell until the processes
of the law got back on track after the holiday. He
smiled at what he thought was a wise decision to make.

"Que?" ("What?"), Rodrigo asked, at seeing the smile.

"Nothing. Just happy to see you eating."

"This is good food. Now you take me to jail?"

Riley hadn't even planned to bring up the subject.

"Um, not yet." Procrastinating, he changed the
subject, "If we hurry, we can make it to the mall and
see about getting you something decent to wear?"

The thirty year old cop wasn't about to ask how long
it's been since Rodrigo had a change of clothes. So,
paying the waiter, they headed out down the main drag.
Being the end of the day, the mall had been quite
deserted. Easily, they could shop in the men's store
without having to wait for a fitting room. In fact,
Rodrigo and Riley had been the only patrons.

"Would you like any assistance, officer?"

Forgetting he was still in the uniform, Riley felt
like a jerk, afterwards, gazing down his front, like
he had to check to make sure he wasn't plainclothed.

"Hee heee... forgot. Thought I had changed. Um, I'm
looking for some clothes for my friend here. You know.
Something up to date?"

"Well, sure. My name is Travis and anything I can help
you with."

The kind of assistance Riley wanted, he knew he
couldn't have. But his goal here wasn't to pick up the
salesmen, either!

Suddenly, as burst of rough talk came from the
counter, "Travis, I'm leaving for the evening. Don't
forget to count out the draw."

"Yes, Sir."

Apparently, the boss didn't see that Travis had two
more customers.

"And don't forget to lock the storm room door."

"I wouldn't, sir."

Then, coming around the tall column, he notices, "And
don't forget to... oh, I didn't know you had a customer.
I hope you asked them if they needed help!" he barked
at Travis.

"Yes, sir. I've already offered," Travis replied, in a
mediocre manner.

"Don't get that attitude with me young man!" Then,
turning to Riley, seeing his uniform, he adds, "Young
college kids today don't know how good they have it!"

After that, he doesn't even say `goodbye' and leaves.

"Hey look, I'm sorry about the way my dad behaved."

"Your father?" Riley asks.

However, it's Rodrigo who really shakes things up,
when he replies, "Same as mi Papi. He find out about
me and throw me out of country."

"Country?" Travis inquires.

"I tell him me gay and he beat me, then toss me out."

"You're gay?" Travis asks.

"Si. No problemo. Same with you, no?"

"I didn't say anything of the sorts," Travis said, in
a form of denial.

Riley thought right away, insult, defamation of
character, followed by hefty lawsuit.

"Um, Rodrigo is new to the country. He's not sure of
his English and gets it mixed up, I'm sure you can
understand," Riley tries to fudge it over.

"Rodrigo, huh? That's a nice name. I'm Travis
Zimmerling."

"I like Travis," Rodrigo refers to his name, but at
the same time is taking in the view of the eighteen
year old, dark haired youth.

Suddenly feeling left out of the conversation, Riley
says, "I like the name Travis, too."

Rodrigo, with his keen sense of human understanding,
sees the feelings evoked.

"I put this on now?" Rodrigo asks, wanting to try on a
pair of jeans.

"Sure. I'll unlock the fitting room for you. Right
this way."

Riley and Travis shoot the breeze, while waiting for
Rodrigo's transformation.

"How long have you been a police officer?"

"About twenty years."

"I once thought about becoming a cop, but now I think
it'll be something else in the justice system. When I
mentioned to my dad that I was gay."

"Oh, so then Rodrigo was correct?"

"Yeah. How did he know that?"

"I'm not sure. He has this keen sense, I take it."

"Gaydar?" Travis surmises.

"That's what I thought. He was right on the money,
when he guessed about me."

It's then, at the moment Travis got the connection,
that Riley realized his coming out. Travis stare for a
moment, not wanting to make it look like he caught on.

Smiling, Riley says, "Yeah, I'm gay too!"

"Hey, if you want to keep it secret, I can keep my
mouth shut," Travis says, concerned.

"I don't offer it, but if people know, it doesn't
bother me."

"Lucky for you," Travis replies.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. My dad already warned me once that I've gotta
keep it quiet. Bad enough when I told him that I got a
beat... never mind."

Jumping to the concern, Riley places his hand on
Travis' shoulder, asking, "Did your father beat you
when you told him, Travis?"

"It's nothing."

"Doesn't matter if it's your father or not. Being gay,
nor telling someone about being gay does not warrant a
beating."

"It was only once."

"Once is already too much."

"My brother stopped him before it became to bad."

"Your brother witnessed your beating?"

"Yeah. Tristan and if what you're thinking is that he
can be a witness, forget it. We're getting through
college, doing what we gotta do, keeping our mouths
shut over this and then we're outta here."

"We? Is Tristan gay too?"

"Oh shit!" Travis replied, realizing he just
implicated his brother, on the gay issue.

"How do I look?"

Rodrigo burst open the door of the fitting room. The
sight created a diversion from their heated
conversation. Both Riley and Travis took in the sight
of Rodrigo, in only the jeans.

"Do you like?" Rodrigo asked.

Riley and Travis paid more attention to the bare body
above the waist.

Forgetting all about hiding his homosexuality, Travis
gasps, "Your gorgeous!"

What Travis talked about was the dark patch of hair,
mid-chest, two quarter-sized nips with light wisps of
hair encasing them, the dark, defined stripe running
down Rodrigo's tight stomach, entering his deep
belly-hole and seeming darker, as his treasure trail
came out and disappeared under the beltline of the
jeans.

"Look -- I pose for you!" Rodrigo said, fooling around
now.

When he did that, both Riley and Travis licked their
lips, as they viewed the thick tufts of dark brown
hair. Something put a damper on the show.

"What the hell is going on here, Travis?"

"Father? I thought you had gone?"

"Obviously. So you could have fun with your perverted
friends!"

Riley didn't care if he had the uniform on or not.
Didn't care if Travis' father got the notion of his
sexuality or not. He wasn't going to put up with the
bigot.

Storming over to Mr. Zimmerling, he cursed, "Who the
fuck you calling a pervert?"

"Well, I just assumed," Zimmerling tried to coverup.

"Assumed I was a faggot like your son?"

"Travis, what did I tell you?"

Before Travis could get a word out, Riley says, "Yeah,
I hear you haven't been treating your son fairly?"

"Travis?" Zimmerling shouted.

However, it's Riley that did all the talking.

"Don't worry," Rodrigo says to Travis, now standing
next to him.

Travis looked at Rodrigo, when a hand touched his back
and began massaging it up and down.

"Riley good man. He help you."

"Damn, he's going to give me such a beating tonight. I
can feel it," Travis replied.

"No. You come with me tonight."

"Where'd they go?"

"I tell you. Riley help me and he help you."

Travis looked back to the stockroom, where he heard
faint voices shouting at each other.

"I don't know. My father can be a bitch when he wants
to be!"

Rodrigo was a smart kid though. He decided to take
Travis' mind away from the moment.

"How you like me?"

"You?" Travis replied, then looked down and said, "the
jeans fit you good, Rodrigo."

"And you like the rest of me, too?"

"Well, yeah. You're awesome looking, Rodrigo."

"We both same age, right?"

"I'm nineteen. How old are you?"

"Oops! I make mistake. I am eighteen."

"Are you in high school?"

"I don't go to school."

"Oh, I figured you were Riley's brother or cousin or
something. You don't live here?"

"No. My cousin Juan in hospital. I come to visit. I
meet Riley."

"So, you're not relation to Riley?"

"No. He my good friend now. He help you too. How old
your brother?"

"Nineteen. We're twins."

"No matter. Riley help him too!"

As Travis stood there, taking in the warm words of
caring, he began liking Rodrigo right away.

"And what's your story?"

"My story?"

"You have a friend in the hospital, right?"

"My cousin. I am from Mexico. I live here now."

"Oh, so you're staying with your cousin."

"My cousin gay. He have partner. House burn down. They
live with Riley, so I live with Riley, too."

Suddenly the stockroom door is opened and the
conversation comes outside.

"I wonder what happened?" Travis asks.

He finds out soon enough, as Riley say, "Sorry,
Travis. Looks like I got you fired."

"Fired? No shit?"

"That's right and don't come back and you can make
your last call on the cell phone I gave you to tell
your fairy brother that same!"

Reilly whipped out his wallet, threw the $50 on the
counter for the jeans. He watched as Mr. Zimmerling
had Travis make the call, then stole the cellphone
from his hand. Even in tears, his father kept up the
harsh badgering.

"That okay amigo. Riley help me. He help you."

`Sure', Riley said to himself. In many ways, he was
happy that he could get two boys out from under the
thumb of their homophobic father, but at the same time
wondered what he was getting himself into, over the
whole ordeal.

%

Barry, tickled at Steve's reaction, being sandwiched
in between Mike Green and Alonzo, as he reached over
to touch the blue spot in the Twister game. How many
times have they joked with each other about having a
three-way with Alonzo and now, here Steve is bending
over Alonso, his crotch almost at his ass, his smooth
chest connecting with bare back. Above him, the
thirty-seven year old police officer hovered above,
his dark blonde, sweaty body hair making contact with
his back.

"Hey, watch the hands, Mike!" Barry called out.

As Mike leans over to touch a red spot, his hand goes
around Steve's body, palm flat against Steve's
stomach.

"Oh man. If this doesn't make me hard, I don't know
what will!" Mike calls out.

His other half, Gary replies, "Oh, I can tell
everybody what makes you hard, Mike!"

The guys roar with laughter, as Gary has his hand down
the front of his pants.

"Why don't you show us Gary, since he's in the right
position!"

However, only known to Mike and himself, Gary knows
that he's more attuned to having his ass plowed and
not the way they perceive it now.

"Oh no. Saving my load for shooting up his ass later!"
Gary says, exchanging a wink with Mike.

"Hey, watch what you say. We got a preacherman here,
you know!" Mike says.

"Oh, don't bother me," Pastor Jack states, "been
there, done that!"

They all stare at Terence Beethoven.

"Hey, not with `me' he hasn't! Oh no! He's not ripping
my ass apart with that thing!" Terence replies.

"Oh?" Estefan asks, "And how would you know how big
his sausage is?"

Terence then looked funny as hell trying to explain
himself out of that one. Pastor Jack was nice to
explain that they've had some nice mutual jerkoffs.
Some thought it was nice of Pastor Jack to fib. Of
course, this way in their own private views. All
kidding went to the wayside, as a knock came at the
front door. Alonzo had had enough to drink, that it
didn't phase him in the least to open the door.

Two trenched-coated men whipped out their ID, of which
one of them reported, "Rick Angelozzi, with the FBI
and this is my partner Desmond Rousseau. We're looking
for two men by the names of Steve Clark and Barry
Barr."

Desmond barged right in.

"Um, I don't think this is the proper atmosphere to
conduct an investigation," Alonzo tried to convey.

"No problem," Desmond replies, in a tough, masculine
manner. "It's not the first time I've been involved
with Rick's crowd."

"Um, you feel like getting pounded into the ground
again, Des?"

The men took this as more of a comic drama, then an
FBI investigation. Of course, they all wondered how
Rick looked underneath the outfit!
Alonzo led them to Steve and Barry. This time, it had
been Barry bent in half, over Tony D'Agostino.

"Um, Barry, this FBI guy is looking for you."

"Well they'll just have to hold on to their jocks. I'm
almost winning here!"

Rick Angelozzi, pointed out as a possibility to fit
with the crowd of men, replied, "Take your time."

Desmond added, "But hurry up."

But it wasn't only Rick checking out the barechests.

"See anything worth arresting," Rick asked Desmond.

"Get off it, Rick."

The others followed the conversation of the two, as
Barry kept on going through the Twister motions, with
each spin of the dial.

"Why, Desmond, when are you going to admit it that
you're in fact gay and not bi?"

"Why don't you just fuckin' go and tell the whole
world, Rick?"

At the top of his lungs, Rick shouts, "Hey guys, Des
is gay!"

"Rick, you fuck!"

It cost Rick a punch to the jaw, which sent him flying
onto the chair, where Terence Beethoven sat. Without
even thinking about it, Terence put his arms around
Rick.

"Hmm, you never know what going to a party is going to
land ya!" Terence said. "Hmm, nice tie," He went on to
say.

Forgetting about his jaw, Rick replies, "Thanks. I
like your tie, too."

With Rick's chin still in place, Terence kept it
there, then leaned over, locking lips.

"Oh how sweet!" Desmond replied.

Behind Desmond, Pastor Jack tapped on his shoulder,
asking, "If you think that's sweet, think about this,
big guy!"

Every guy was stunned, but none more than Desmond, as
Pastor Jack heaved his fist into the FBI man's jaw.

"Oh shit!" was heard over and over throughout the
room.

"I can't believe you did that. Now I'm going to have
to place you under arrest!" Desmond said, getting up
off the floor.

Speaking from his body still perched on Terence's lap,
Rick replies, "Don't push it, Desi, or I'll have to
take the same action and you know what the chief said
the last time about that temper of your's!"

"You tell'em, Rick," Terence cheered him on.

When Rick had mentioned, `don't push it', Terence had
thought he meant him, on account of his shaft was as
hard as a rock and all ready!

"Alright, but at least you can do is say your sorry."

"Fuck you!" Pastor Jack told him.

"You go Pastor Jack!" Estefan cheered him on.

As if forgetting why they came, Pastor Jack got to
talking with Desmond, as Terence with Rick.

"Hey you know you're kind of cute, Rick."

"Yeah? You think?"

"Definitely. Are you like on duty still?"

"Yeah, for awhile."

"Are you like undercover?"

"How do you mean that, Terence?"

"Well, you came here to investigate something, right?"

"We're supposed to be asking Steve Clark and Barry
Barr some questions, but it looks like he's getting
into another game."

"So, what's you hurry?"

"No hurry. We're not out to inconvenience anyone."

"Then why are you inconveniencing me, Rick?"

"Huh? How's that go, Terence?"

"How can I make sweet love to your body with all these
clothes in the way?"

"I dunno, Terence. I'm kind shy about stuff like
taking my clothes off around other people."

"No problem, Rick. We all know each other. And hey,
look over there at your buddy. Hee hee... I knew it for
a fact that Pastor Jack would have your buddy stripped
in no time."

"Shit! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Knew what, Rick?"

"He kept telling me he was bisexual. Yeah righ."

"C'mon, let's get you out of that `shy' mode."

"Oh wow, your Pastor Jack not only got Desi
bare-chested, but he's helping him off with his
pants."

"Yeah and after I get you stripped, I'm taking mine
off too."

"But the other guys, they."

"Hey guys," Terence yells out, "it's stripping time!"

The room had more or less been paired off anyway, so
all that remained was for pants to drop. Barry, Steve,
Alonzo and Callan had congregated.

"Hey, Barry?"

"Yeah, Alonzo?"

"Um, I'm not sure how to say this, but... well, here
goes. Callan mentioned to me that before he met me,
you and Steve wanted to have a threeway with him?"

"Oh, well that was only wishful thinking, Alonzo,"
Steve replied.

"Well, Callan and I had talked it over and well, we
couldn't afford to buy you and Steve anything worth
getting."

Callan states,  "Other than some piece of crap to hang
on the wall".

Continuing, Alonzo states, "So we decided that we
would give you a threeway with him."

"Oh, now that's real generous and sweet of you Alonzo,
but..."

Then an evil desire came over Barry, one that started
way down in his crotch.

"...Make it a fourway and we'll take it!"

It's Steve that starting congratulation Barry with the
great idea, at the same time, eyeing up Alonzo's hairy
chest, the thin trail down his stomach and what looked
to be a deep innie, his tongue would enjoy tasting.

"Oh, well, I figured I would stay out here with our
guests while you three had fun between the sheets,"
Alonzo told them.

"Well, then maybe we can make it another night?"

"Sure, if you would like to," Callan seemed to agree
on.

Steve, already a bit over-horned, offers, "In fact we
don't have to make it once. How about once a week?"

They all laugh at Steve's suggestion.

"C'mon, we'll help you clean up. I think everybody
else is `involved'," Barry offers.

Steve replies, "Yeah, especially Terence."

"Hey, where'd he go?" Barry asks.

Alonzo states, "Another reason the foursome wouldn't
work tonight, unless we wanted to make it a sixsome."

"I'm game," Steve replies.

"Here, Steve, take the platter of meat into the
kitchen," Barry says, handing it to him, with a funny
look on his face.

Steve flutters his eyebrows.

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Continued....

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